Every Mafia's Favorite Girl novel Chapter 69

Chapter 69: "Make Me Feel Safe"

Caio waited no longer.

He couldn’t.

Every fiber of his being threatened to come undone at that timid, softly spoken "yes."

With painstaking restraint, terrified of frightening her, his trembling fingers slipped beneath the delicate strings of her silky panties. In one slow, careful motion, he eased both the panties and her pajama bottoms down together.

He watched as Aren lifted her hips, giving the fabric just enough room to slide over the curve of her waist. Every inch it traveled down her legs was a second he couldn’t breathe.

With a small flick of his wrist, both garments pooled forgotten on the floor. Unable to resist any longer, he shifted lower, gently pushing her pajama shirt up to her waist.

The instant he settled between her thighs and caught sight of her bare pussy, already glistening with the first signs of arousal, a deep groan escaped him.

"Fuck... look at you."

Aren lifted her head slightly, confused.

"Is something wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong," he said, rough and strained. "You’re perfect. Just... stay still for me."

With careful hands, he guided her thighs farther apart, muttering an inward prayer.

’Gracious Lord.’

’May I not screw this up for her.’

Slowly, carefully, he leaned in.

The first slow stroke of his tongue swept along her folds, making her hips twitch involuntarily.

The second, firmer than the first, ended with a gentle suck against her clit that tore a startled gasp from her lips.

"Ah— Caio... That’s..."

The sensation was unlike anything Aren had experienced before.

It reached deep into her nervous system, awakening something she had neither the knowledge nor the discipline to suppress.

Her mind desperately searched for something familiar to compare it to, yet she found none. It wasn’t pain, but its intensity made her chest tighten, vulnerable and helpless.

Caio paused only briefly, his warm breath ghosting over the inside of her thigh as he looked up at her.

"How does it feel, Aren?" he asked. "Tell me."

Aren’s fingers tightened around the sheets, struggling to put the feeling into words.

"Ah... it feels..." Her voice quivered. "...overwhelming."

She swallowed shakily.

"Like... an electric current. My body... it keeps wanting to move toward you."

A dark, unmistakable satisfaction settled across Caio’s chest at her honesty.

"That’s exactly how it’s supposed to feel," he murmured. "Just let it happen."

He lowered his head once more, lips brushing softly against her.

"Don’t fight it."

He took his time, exploring her patiently, learning every subtle reaction she offered him. Every shaky breath, every tiny tremor in her thighs, every involuntary roll of her hips.

Caio felt them all.

He memorized them. Used them.

When she grew noticeably wetter beneath him, he slowly eased one finger inside her, careful and deliberate, curling it gently while his tongue continued lavishing attention on her clit.

Squelch.

Aren’s hands balled tightly into the sheets at the sudden intrusion.

"Hah— that..."

She gasped for air.

"...feels very intense. I don’t know if... ah—"

"Breathe," he murmured softly against her.

Another slow kiss.

"Let it happen."

Another.

"I’ve got you."

A second finger joined the first, moving with slow thrusts. His mouth sealed around her clit once again, drawing waves after waves of pleasure from her.

Squish.

Squelch.

The soft, uncertain sounds escaping Aren gradually melted into trembling whimpers.

As wonderful as it felt, she could sense something enormous building inside her. Something she had absolutely no control over.

’What’s going on?’

’This feels... too good.’

’But... I keep making weird noises.’

Almost without realizing it, her hips began rocking gently against his face.

At the same time, panic stirred inside her. The mounting pleasure felt dangerously close to overflowing.

Her instinct was to stop it, but Caio felt it immediately.

He felt the subtle tension spreading through her body.

Felt her trying to hold herself back.

More than that, he felt the delicate fluttering of her walls wrapped around his fingers, tightening with every slow thrust.

His free hand settled firmly against her lower stomach, gently holding her in place as he slightly increased his pace.

"Don’t fight it, Aren," he rasped. "You’re close."

Another careful thrust.

"Just let go."

"Mmm... but, I—"

He placed a soft kiss against her clit.

"It’s okay, Aren."

His voice wrapped around her like reassurance itself.

"Just feel it."

There was almost desperation there.

"Feel me."

Those softly spoken words dissolved the last thread of Aren’s resistance. Her back arched sharply as she surrendered completely, doing exactly as he had asked.

Trying only to feel him.

"Mmmm... Caio... aaah—"

The words gradually melted into higher, more broken moans as her first orgasm started surging through her.

Caio felt it instantly. Felt how she tightened warmly around his fingers.

’Fuck.’

’Yes, Aren.’

’Come for me.’

His fingers moved faster.

Needier.

Pumping with a steadier rhythm than before.

Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!

"Ah... Caio—haaah..."

"Nnn... please..."

"Hahh—ah!"

Splurt!

Slurp.

’I just lost complete control of this body.’

’I almost choked him with my thighs.’

’And yet... he didn’t hate me for it.’

’He makes me feel... safe.’

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